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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.