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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.