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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.