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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
DNA,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.