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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.