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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Can,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.