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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.