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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Index,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.