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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
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.