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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.