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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
a-ha,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.