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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.