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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.