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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Monks,
Urselle,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.