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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.