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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.