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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.