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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Mars,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Hoover,
Smog,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.