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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.