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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.