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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.