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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.