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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.