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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.