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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.