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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Franke,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Monks,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.