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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.