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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.