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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.