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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.