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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Gong,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.