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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.