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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Whodini,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.