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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Scientists,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.