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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.