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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Nico,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.