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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
New Order,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.