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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.