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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
PIL,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.