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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.