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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Nico,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
ABC,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.