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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 DNA to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.