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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.