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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.