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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
JFA,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.