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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.