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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.