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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.