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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.