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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.