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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.