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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.