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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.