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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.