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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.