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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.