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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.