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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.