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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.