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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.