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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.