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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Evens to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.