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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.