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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.