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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.