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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.