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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.