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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.