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 Panama and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Television,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.