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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.