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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill 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?
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.