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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Niagra,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.