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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.