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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.