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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.