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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Skarface,
MC5,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.