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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.