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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.