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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.