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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.