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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.