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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.