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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.