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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
the Association,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
X-101,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.