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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.