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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 snare 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.