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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.