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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Can,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.