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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.