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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.