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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Crime,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.