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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.