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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Inner City,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.