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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.