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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.