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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.