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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.