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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.