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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.