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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Slave,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Gong,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.