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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.