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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Niagra,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.