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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.