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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.