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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.