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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.