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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.