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 San Marino 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.