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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Nas,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.