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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.