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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.