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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.