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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.