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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.