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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Ituana,
Television,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
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.