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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
CMW,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.