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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.