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 Australia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.