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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.