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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.