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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.