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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.