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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.