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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Smog,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.