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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.