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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.