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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.