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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Monks,
Jandek,
Brick,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.