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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
cv313,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.