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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 guitar 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.