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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.