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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.