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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.