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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.