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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '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 Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
This Heat,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.