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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.