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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.