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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.