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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.