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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.