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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.