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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.