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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.