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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Franke,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.