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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.