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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.