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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Mars,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.