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 Tonga 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.