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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.