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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Scratch Acid 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.