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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Rakim,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.