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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.