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 Syria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
MC5,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.