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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Scion,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.