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 Switzerland 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.