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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
the Germs,
The Remains,
PIL,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.