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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 güiro 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.