Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.