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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.