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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.