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 Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.