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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.