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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.