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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.