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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.