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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.