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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.