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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.