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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.