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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Japan,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.