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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
MC5,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.