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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.