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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.