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 Kenya 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.