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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.