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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.