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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Technova,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.