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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.