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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach 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?
Magma,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.