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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.