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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.