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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.