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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Ituana 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.