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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.