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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Technova,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.