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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.