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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Magma,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.