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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Can,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.