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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.