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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
DNA,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.