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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
MDC,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.