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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.