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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.