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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
10cc,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.