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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Metal Thangz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.