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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.