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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
CMW,
Aswad,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.