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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Mars,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.