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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.