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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.