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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
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.