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 India and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Rakim,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.