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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Sister Nancy 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
cv313,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.