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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Urselle,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.