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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
JFA,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.