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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.