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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Lyres,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.