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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.