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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.