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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.