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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.