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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.