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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Nico,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.