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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The Remains,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.