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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.