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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 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 crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.