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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
ABC,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.