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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.