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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Television,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.