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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.