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 Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
MDC,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.