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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.