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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.