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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.