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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.