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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.