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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Can,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.