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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.