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 Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Can,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.