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 Moldova 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.