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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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?
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.