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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Martian,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.