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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.