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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.