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 Denmark 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.