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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
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.