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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.