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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.