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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Crime,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.