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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.