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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.