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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.