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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Franke to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.