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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Wings,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.