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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Chrome,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.