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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.