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 Honduras 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.