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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.