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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.