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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.