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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.