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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Wire,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.