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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.