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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.