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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.