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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Pole,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.