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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.