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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.