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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.