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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Vogues to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.