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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.