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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.