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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.