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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.