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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.