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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Taipei and Spokane.
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 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.