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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.