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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Mantronix,
the Association,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.