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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.