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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.