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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.