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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.