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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.