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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Can,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
X-102,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.