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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.