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 Paraguay 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.