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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.