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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.