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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Associates to the grunge 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
X-101,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Dark Day,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.