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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Smog,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.