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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.