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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
This Heat,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.