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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 United States of America 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.