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 Germany and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.