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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.