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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.