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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.