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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.