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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 the Association to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.