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 Libya 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Television,
John Lydon,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Crime,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.