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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.