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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the rap 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.