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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Television,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.