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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.