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 Lebanon 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Mars,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Nico,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.