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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.