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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.