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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.