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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.