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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.