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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.