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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.