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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.