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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.