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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.