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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Crime,
Erasure,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.