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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.