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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.