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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.