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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.