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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.