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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.