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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.