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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.