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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Can,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.