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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.