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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.