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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Swans,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.