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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Technova,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.