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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.