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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.