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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Pylon,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.