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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 organ 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.