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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.