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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Can,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.