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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.