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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.