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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.