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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.