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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.