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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.