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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.