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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.