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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.