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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.