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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Pole,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Slave,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
The Index,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.