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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.