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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
MC5,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.