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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.