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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
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 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.