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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Crime,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.