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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.