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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon 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?
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.