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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.