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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.