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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.