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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Mars,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.