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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 John Cale to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Gong,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.