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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Jandek,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.