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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.