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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
MDC,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.