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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.