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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Wings,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.