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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.