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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Lyres 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.