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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.