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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
UT,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.