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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
MC5,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.