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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.