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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.