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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Can,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.