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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.