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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.