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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.