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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Human League to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.