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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.