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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.