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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.