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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.