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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.