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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.