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 Argentina and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.