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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Technova,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.