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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.