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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Q65,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.