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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Organ,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.