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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
MDC,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.