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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.