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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Main Source,
UT,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.