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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale 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?
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.