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 Thailand 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.