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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.