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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Chrome,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.