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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Can,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.