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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.