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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fugs 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.