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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.