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 Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.