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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.