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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.