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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Wire,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.