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 Libya 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.