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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.