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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Wings to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
DNA,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.