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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.