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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tokyo and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.