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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.