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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.