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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.