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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
PIL,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.