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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.