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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
X-101,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.