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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.