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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.