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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
MDC,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.