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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Japan,
Fear,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.