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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.