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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Stooges to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.