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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.