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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.