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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.