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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.