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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.