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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.