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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.