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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.