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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 United States of America to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.