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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.