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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.