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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Swans,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.