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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.