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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
AZ,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.