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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.