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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.