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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.