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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.