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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.