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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Can,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Organ,
World's Most,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.