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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Gong,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.