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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.