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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.