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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.