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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Index to the disco 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
UT,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.