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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.