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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.