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 China and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.