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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.