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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.