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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.