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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.