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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.