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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.