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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.