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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Index,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Echospace,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.