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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.