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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.