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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.