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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.