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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.