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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.