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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
The Residents,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.