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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.