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 Brunei and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.