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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Can,
JFA,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.