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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
MC5,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.