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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Pagans,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.