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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Television,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
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.