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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.