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 Ethiopia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.