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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Deakin,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.