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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.