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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Hong Kong and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.