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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.