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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.