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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.