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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.