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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.