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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
The Index,
PIL,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.