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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.