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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.