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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.