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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.