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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
MC5,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Can,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.