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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.