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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.