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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
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 snare 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.