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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.