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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
June Days,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.