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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.