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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Television,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.