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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
CMW,
UT,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.