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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.