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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.