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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.