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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.