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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
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.