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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.