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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.