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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.