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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.