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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.