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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.