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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Can,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.