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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Visage to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.