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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.