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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.