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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.