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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Pole,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
The Index,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.