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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.