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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
June Days,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Television,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
ABC,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.