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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Can,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Swans,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.