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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.