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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
ABC,
UT,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.