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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.