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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.