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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.