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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.