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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
The Evens,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.