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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.