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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Saints to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.