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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.