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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.